I do not own Harry Potter or Kim PossibleOriginal Summary: Tired of the Wizarding Britain's absolute stupidity, I, Azalea Potter up and left that God forsaken place and made myself a place in America, in the muggle world. Fortunately, the Magical Congress of the United States of America (MACUSA) were more than happy to hide me away in their country and keep off the Brits from hounding me for my ass.Though, I think that even the muggles here are as retarded as my witches and wizards if they simply let ateenagersave the world by herself. Thankfully, the criminals/villains are just as retarded as them. However, seeing a girl so similar to me in some ways, I obviously gained a soft spot for her, to the point that everything's free for her in my Café.

Azalea's POV

You would think that as a Wizarding Country's Hero, your life would be filled with galleons, fame, and people surrounding you! And, well, it is! You have galleons, that's for sure. Galleons that the damned government had somehow been using for their corrupted, bureaucratic shite! And Meriln I hate it when they say, "It's for the greater good.". It's bullshit I tell you! At least Dumbledore actually was using my parents' funds for the actual greater good!

Fame? You got it all right! You have fans wanting your attention left and right, and they'd use any means to do so! And by any means, I mean Merlin be damned kidnapping!? What kind of insanity is that!?? Heck, someone even sent me a Killing Curse from out of nowhere! It's just thanks to my honed reflexes that I got to dodge it! Damned fanatics!

The people surrounding me part!? Fuck! They wanted to kill me! As the one who killed Tom and ended his Pureblood Supremacy shtick, these people, who were purebloods, wanted me dead because they couldn't fucking do their shit anymore! And when I wanted to do something about it, the pureblood problem? Every plan I make gets shut down because my superiors were pureblood themselves! Unbelievable!

And so, it's understandable that at the age of 25, I finally decided to leave my life here behind for good! As if I had any. But, going back to the topic, it was obviously not easy to put it in practice. I had all my plan set up. "Choose a place to go, talk to the only good people in my life and say my goodbyes, and go out with a bang!" was my original plan, but I had been lacking in many areas. Thankfully enough, Hermione and Ron were still my best buds, had been through think and thin, and had helped me out, though Ron could have toned down his complaints, but that's what makes him Ron! Anyway, with Hermione's brains and Ron doing a wonderful distraction, the brunette and I had been able to make a deal with the Goblins (who had thought of thr Ministry's blatant theft of my money was plain dishonorable, and that was saying something!) and I was now an immigrant of America! Then as I am a (in)famous witch from a backwater wizarding country, the MACUSA had, of course, involved themselves with my immigration. It was by Merlin's grace that the MACUSA's minister had simply laughed at my plight and had joyfully let me get my needed documents without trouble.

Settling into Middleton had not been hard at all. The people I had met were nice, my neighbors were definitely a step up from the people of Little Whinging, Surrey, as they were seemed to be friendlier than they were. My house was great, too! Even with the Ministry's blatant theft of my money, they hadn't put a serious dent in it, since most of my money had been earned by Right of Conquests from the Death Eaters(Purebloods) I killed. And, with money that would have definitely made my great-grandchildren live without worry, I had purchased myself a rather magnificent three story house with the most modern furniture I could buy! I wasn't vain, not in the least, but one couldn't deny the convenience and comfort these leather couches and new gadgets could give!

Though, once I had fully settled myself in the neighborhood, meeting and knowing more people and the like, I finally decided to start my business! Of course, it wasn't needed, as I had mentioned that I was loaded earlier, but I wasn't the type to laze around and do nothing. As such, after days of mulling it over, I finally decided on making a café! At first, I thought about opening up a martial arts class, but I quickly scrapped that idea because I didn't actually know martial arts, even when I was more physically fit and more knowledgeable in hand-to-hand combat than my fellow wizards. I could have gotten into sports, but the only sport I actually knew was Quidditch, which didn't exist in this part of the world(muggles). After a few more scrapped ideas, I finally decided on making a café since my skills in cooking were rather high and I always found said activity to be calming, even when I had earned this skill originally due to desperation to escape more torment as a child.

And so, a month later, I finally had a café set in the outside area of Middleton Mall. Business was, of course, slow. But, because I was new, people were curious. And with their curiosity, they found out about my delicious cooking! Then, with my greatness being spread around, my café needed more staff than myself and enchanted pots and pans to keep the customers from coming back!

It was on my third month in America, two months since I opened up my café, when I finally got to meet her.

Kim Possible.

When I first heard of her, it was when I was still settling in with the neighborhood. Imagine my surprise when I saw this news on the telly about a teenage globe-trotting heroine, saving the world again!! Some questions were asked, and I found out more about this redheaded Heroine. It turns out that Kim Possible was a teenager, a teenager whom was known around the world to be a world-saving-level hero! Though, after further questioning, I was sceptical with the level of her actions as the villains she fought were…jesters in all honesty. I mean, how could you take over the world by threatening its leaders with an increase of sharks…in the dessert!? As such, I believe the people were hyping up the heroine's achievements by a tad bit…just like how mine had been when I was but a babe.

It was understandable when I found myself having a soft spot for the girl, especially with how similar our situation were. Of course, there were a lot of differences, like how she had started out her "crusade" to actually helping people out, unlike I, who had originally saved people as a product of saving myself! But, the most terrifyingly similar situation between us was that the adults were simply incompetent! I mean, how could they put the burden of saving the world on an then-15 years old girl shoulders!? The only saving grace here was that at least the villains were just as incompetent.

It didn't mean that it made them any less dangerous, however.

Anyway, so, when I finally got to meet Kim Possible face to face, it was when I was manning the cashier for the morning and she was ordering her breakfast.

"No, Ron, we can't keep eating in Bueno Nachos! It's unhealthy!" The redhead chastised her Ron (my Ron-sidekick was definitely better than hers.) about, what I could easily guess as his eating habits with the rather well-known fast-food restaurant some blocks away from the mall.

"But Ki~m~! The Ron-man needs his sustenance!" The blonde was definitely a Ron.

With an incredulous look, the redhead asked, "Where'd you even learned the word 'sustenance'?" It was clear that it was a hit to his intelligence, and I could only nod in understanding in the background. Yes. Rons were definitely like this.

Though, the boy in question simply sputtered about while a…naked mole rat came out from his shirt and, surprisingly, shouted out a clear "Me!" before it went on and chittered like it should have. Moments later, however, I finally decided to make myself known with a cough. Understandably, the teen heroine blushed as she finally remembered where she was.

"So-Sorry about that!" The girl quickly apologized, and I simply laughed it of, though her redding cheeks were a curious thing.

Anyway, with my business mode on, I asked, "What is your order, ma'am?"

She stuttered for a bit, but she finally gave her order along with the blonde's. Then, as she pulled out her wallet, I stretched out my hand and stopped her from continuing. Confusion quickly hit the girl's feature, which prompted me to smile gently as I said, "There is no need for you to pay."

As I had expected, the girl's eyes widened as she quickly tried to force her money to me, causing me to giggle at the predictable humbleness she showed. Ah~.it was so easy to see myself in her. With a wave of my hand, I spoke with a stern voice, making sure my point was heard and stuck into her stubborn head. "Look. You're Kim Possible, right? The kid that's doing the adults' jobs? The teenager that's hopping country to country to save the world? And since you're her, you better take this as a sign that someone really, really, appreciates what your doing here, as little as it is."

The girl was silent, obviously befuddled with my words, as were the people here in my café, before she broke into a deeper blush and had gone teary eyed as she put her wallet back into her pocket. With a plethora of "Thank you"s, the girl went and waited for her order in a vacant seat, a large smile plastered on her face. Seeing her like that, my heart warmed and I began imagining just how she was reacting to this, as I was sure it would have been similar to what I would have done if an adult in my past had noticed my actions and had actually done something good about.

Though… "You on the other hand," I point at the blonde that was left in front of the counter, who promptly pointed at himself. "You only get a 30% discount."

Kim's POV

The day had passed by in a blur. From morning to the afternoon, all of my thoughts had been on that woman from the café. It wasn't the first time someone had shown their appreciation of me by doing me favors one wouldn't normally do and giving me free stuff, but…the woman somehow made it a completely different experience. Her action was so simple, and yet…it made me feel so happy and proud of myself.

Though, when the evening came and we had dinner, my mind went back to her delicious cooking.

'I' m definitely going back there tomorrow.'

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